CH 1

T/N: So things to remember:

“A/N:” are author’s notes, and

“T/N:” are the translator’s notes that may or may not include useful information. Sometimes I make comments because I just cannot help it.

The perspective is usually the main character’s unless you see this “~___’s Perspective~” and tells you who’s perspective it is.

If you see “italicized texts”, it means that it is in the third-person perspective. However, it is usually only for short sections. So enjoy.

“… Hmm … Hmm?”

In an instant, I realized it, the fogginess was removed from my mind like a fog clearing, and I woke up from my slumber in an instant.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a white world. There was only the white ground, and the endless white sky bordered the white ground. I looked around and saw several people standing there, and I was standing there as well.

“What on earth …”

I was about to turn around to check behind me when I noticed something strange. My legs are stuck.

My neck moves. I can move my hands. I can twist my torso. But from the waist down, I could not move, as if I was fixed to something.

When I took a closer look at my body, I saw that I was wearing a white robe that looked like something I had learned about in history class during the ancient Jomon period. [T/N: The Jōmon period is the time in Japanese prehistory, traditionally dated between c. 14,000–300 BCE, recently refined to about 1000 BCE, during which Japan was inhabited by a hunter-gatherer culture, which reached a considerable degree of sedentism (settling in an area) and cultural complexity. – Wikipedia]

“What’s happening?”

“What is this?”

“Shit! Why does not it work?”

“Somebody! Help me!”

The people around me also seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and they were straining to move their legs, shouting, and almost panicking.

The situation is beyond my comprehension, and an uncontrollable sense of panic is slowly building up inside me, making me nauseous and unable to think straight.

Damn! Why does it not work?

No, calm down. Do not get swallowed and panic like the surroundings.

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became, and the worse I felt. I did not know what was going on, and just as I was, about to open my mouth to say something, then a voice quietly echoed everywhere.

I did not know what was going on, and the moment I tried to open my mouth to say something naturally, a quiet voice echoed around me.

“Quiet.”

The voice was not a loud voice, and it was not something that should have been heard in this noisy place.

However, the voice echoed quietly, penetrated into my mind, and was absorbed as if it had directly touched my soul.

At that moment, the frustration that had been inside me disappeared as if a fog had lifted, and in fact, I even felt a sense of comfort as if it were a clear day.

Silence enveloped the area.

I cannot understand why no one is speaking, but I do. It is because I myself do not want to speak up. Perhaps everyone in the room understands this.

I looked in the direction where the voice came from.

No, it was not just me; everyone was looking in that direction.

There was a man in his forties or fifties.

His face was fearless, with a beard on his chin, and he was holding a wooden staff in his hand that was as tall as he was.

He looked around expressionlessly and began to speak plainly.

“From now on, you’re going to Tesla. If you have a mission, do your mission. Look at what is in front of you for the details. Before that, first, check your surroundings. The rest is up to you.”

The moment he had said all that he had to say, he had disappeared from the scene.

When did he appear there? Moreover, when did he disappear? No one in the room, including me, could have recognized him.